AOPiLaLa |
01-02-2002 11:06 AM |
Well, my New Years was interesting--and I warn you, this may be a little long and FULL of "why me, God??" questions. My friend Alison had a party, so I headed there with my friend Catherine and her boyfriend. I had not planned on drinking much, because I didn't want to feel like shit the next day and I was also still recovering from Friday and Saturday. But we get there, and its all my good friends from college, plus some fun new people, so I decide I will just drink in moderation and just sleep at Alison's. Yeah--that can happen on New Years Eve--RIGHT. But I really so start out the night drinking slowly, just a BudLight or 2. And then, the night got interesting. See, there were one or two single guys there, all of which were cute but just not my type. And for all of you who know or don't know, I have been the fitness and diet diva for the last 9 months and have lost a LOT of weight, so I was in the mood to be picky and not just kiss someone for kissings sake. And then, a cutie walks in--one of Alison's friends from high school. So, we keep doing that little smiley thing at each other and by now, I realize I am getting drunk, but still okay. Midnight comes, and we down some champagne, which I HATE(initation night flashbacks!) but I take a few sips. And then they break out the downfall--CHOCOLATE MARTINI'S. I have HALF of one and know that I am DONE. Everyone else downs there whole glass and from there, we head to the living room. And at this point, the cute friend and I have our arms wrapped around each other and are sitting in a chair, just talking. At this point, my friend Alison pulls me aside to tell me that one of her other friends thinks I am cute and wants to know if he has a chance. Well, personally, I think the sight of me cuddling with another guy should have tipped him off, but I guess not. So, I tell Alison that he is a nice guy but not my type and head back to my cuddling buddy. Well, we have now been joined by rejected boy, who proceeds to sit and GLARE at us the whole time. So, cuddle buddy and I move to another room and are laying on the couch, just kissing. I am thinking this is a great way to ring in the NEw Year and yay for me. But suddenly he bolts up and runs for the bathroom, where I now hear him throwing up. Well, that was the first buzzkill of the night. The second begins when I hear another person run for the bathroom, say "Oh shit" and proceed to throw up on the floor. That would be my friend Catherine, who did not make the toilet because cuddle buddy was using it. So, she begins to cry and I go in there to help her and him. I go find some carpet cleaner, 409, towels, all the rest. Help Catherine to bed. Put cuddle buddy on the couch. And clean up SOMEONE ELSE's throw up on New Years Eve. Not what I thought would be fun. And DEFINATELY something to sober me up. But it was still a fun night till then. Guess the moral of the story is NEVER FINISH YOUR CHOCOLATE MARTINI!!
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